kaan ⸝⸝ plotted starter for olivia
kaan's had a few drinks, the adrenaline from the award show still running through his veins. he knows there are something's he shouldn't have said ---- especially not on that stage ---- but he doesn't want to dwell on that. no, right now he's best new artist and that's all he cares about: being the best. he's leaned on the counter of the bar, flirting chatting with some blonde who's name he can hardly remember. he's quite engaged in the conversation until he spots a familiar face approaching him from the crowd of dancers on the floor. olivia. he knows she's probably pissed at him for the what he said during the speech, her actions during the limo ride to the party showed as much. he sighs to brace himself for the lecture that's coming, uttering a simple sorry to the blonde before trailing behind liv to an empty hallway. he balances himself on a closed door, arms crossed and head slightly cocked to the side. " whattt, liv? " he questions, but words flow through parted lips before she's able to answer. " you know what? i already know what this is. you're cockblocking again, aren't you? i forgot how much you hate seeing me talk to other women. " he teases, lips curling into a cheeky grin.
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